How do you spend your time in that final 168 hours...7 days that would go all too quickly?

napping

and then a hot shower in the last 15 minutes (got to be fresh for the afterlife)

I would'nt do anything differently if I was still physically able. It would be pretty hard to convince me that I was going to die.

I would just continue doing what I am doing.

I might work a lot harder on my book in the hopes that it might get published posthumously so that my Mom could reap any benefits.

I would buy a motorhome and start driving.

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travel

Get married


and........................Finally get laid

I keep getting told " Not if you were the last man on the planet " so I guess that One Week Left To Live thing really wouldn't help much...lmao

Probably do something that would put my life at great risk. I mean I have one week to live so what if i die a little earlier.

Get everything set up to protect animals and family when I keel over. The animals especially.

get rid of my toys and erotic materials... just in case the wrong people have to pack up my house...
decide what to wear...
make that darn will out..

I do the opposite! I'd plant obnoxious material, toys and deviant material in my home. Why not? I'm dead? WTF do I care what they think? I might as well leave a little shock value. To be honest, this wouldn’t be a stretch.

I'd make sure my pets had accommodations then I'd party!!!

I wouldn't necessarily become overly reckless but I'd do even more than I normally do now. I'm fairly adventurous; however, I kick it up a notch.

I'd also track down that elusive genie and try to get three wishes.

Remembering those last days, those last moments before I lost each of my Grandmothers, then Granddad, later my younger sister, and then my Dad ... recalling the acute awareness that we weren't going to have much more time together, moment by moment as the clock appeared to race ahead and yet, in another sense, time stood still. There were so many things yet to do, so much to talk about, so many questions to pose . . . so much love yet to give, so many things left undone, unsaid . . . .

No one wants to be given a death sentence nor a time bomb, not even a countdown ... for in the acceptance of that declaration, not all wills will to survive. They give up, never knowing if "The End" were truly to become the end! But as for me . . . that optimistic, greater-than-life spirit that lives and breathes inside of me would find every way to live life to the fullest and make every last minute count.

You ask what would I do if I knew that I had exactly seven days, and the hour glass had already begun the countdown? I would immediately ask for vacation time from work or take leave of absence, without disclosing the real reason why. And if I were married, I'd ask my husband to do likewise. I would just draw him into my arms and ask him if we couldn't spend some quality time together, just simply FALLING IN LOVE ALL OVER AGAIN ... and ask to dance the week away, just him and me, and make a little time here and there for the kids, etc.

I would live life to the fullest every waking moment, visiting the kids, the grandchildren and enlarging the family circle, with our camera in tow, and savoring those moments alone as husband and wife. And I wouldn't hesitate to invite various ones over for good food and, "Hey we haven't gotten together in so long-- let's do potluck!"

Should I share intimately with my husband that time is but a few days away, right up front? No, I would wish to grant him the quality time and joy together, as two love birds would only do. Once we had time with all the kids ... then I would openly share with the Love of my Life that the clock is on a count down for me.

I'd devote exclusive time to him, with him and ask if we couldn't go shopping together, hand in hand, with his helping me to pick special gifts of remembrance for each family member and very close friends. Maybe a little something special he could give each one, and I'd try to write a small note to each person, in my own handwriting. And Christmas is such a special time of the year, one of those major holidays that are tough the first year after. And so, I would want he and I to select those gifts as well, help me wrap each one, and together write our name on each name card.

Life is all about relationships ... and that's where I would aim my focus in that final week, giving back all that I could, creating special memories together. And to the very end, my final wish would be to find myself snuggled, wrapped in my husband's arms, whispering one more time, "I LOVE YOU, thank you for the best years in my life ... for I would have never made the journey without you!"

i'd eliminate my worst enemy.hey i ain't going out alone and what are they going to do,give me the death penalty?

travel the world

Get to my lawyers

Make sure that will was iron clad!

Relax

Cry because I'll be away from the girls!!

Get my hair and nails done

And cry some more

I know a movie called: One week.
If anyone has time, do watch it.

I'd help you get your affairs in order. I wouldn't want to ge alone.

Rob a bank, drive a ferrari in a high speed chase, write a letter to Charlize Theron explaining my predicament and asking her to give me a mercy lay....ummmmmmmmmmm